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Anya woke early the next morning, so early, the sun had yet to rise into the sky. Jack was snoring loudly and Anya had to stifle her giggling as she dressed in the dark. After dressing she left Jack's quarters and walked out onto the deck, where Gibbs was sleeping by the helm. Anya smiled as she leaned against the rail, looking out into the darkness.
After standing there for what seemed like forever, the sun began to rise and she heard movement from below. She couldn't help wondering what task she would have to do today, and dreaded what kind of torture it would be.
The first to make it up topside was the tanned girl who seemed to loathe Anya from afar. Anya averted her eyes as the woman passed her, but felt the heat of the girl's glare even without looking.
'So yer the landlubber Cap'n Sparrow brought along?' she said in an intimidating voice. Anya turned and saw her standing with her feet apart, her hands on her hips and her eyebrow raised. Anya swallowed and stood her ground.
'Yes. Anya.' She said shortly, sticking out her hand. The girl looked at it for a moment then back at Anya.
'I suppose yer evenin with Sparrow was enjoyable?' she asked as she crossed her arms. Anya frowned. 'So now that yer task be done, when're yah leavin?'
'Excuse me?' Anya said frowning deeply. 'What 'task' are you referring to?' Anna Maria rolled her eyes.
'Well why else would Sparrow bring a useless thing like you on board?'
'Anna Maria.' The two girls turned to see Jack standing at the door of his quarters, wearing nothing from the waist up. He wore a pair of deep brown trousers and his boots, and his hat. Other than that it was all sun kissed muscle and skin. 'Don't yah have better things to do?' Anna Maria huffed a little, threw one more hateful look at Anya, before walking toward the helm, where Gibbs had awoken. Anya blushed as she realized what Anna Maria had meant. And Jack coming out looking like he did had probably not helped the situation. And suddenly Anya felt angry at the insinuation that she would be another one of Jack's flings.
She hadn't even noticed that Jack was standing in front of her now, looking at her with uncertainty. 'You alright love?' Suddenly Anya's eyes snapped up to meet his and they were narrowed slightly.
'What did she mean, 'my task'?' Anya asked placing her hands on her hips and glaring at Jack. Jack shrugged, but Anya could tell that he wasn't going to tell the truth.
'Why would I know love?' he said trying to sound innocent. Anya felt like laughing. Jack? Innocent?
'Really?' Anya said, not looking any more satisfied. 'So you're saying you've never brought young women here for personal reasons?'
'Personal reasons?' Jack chuckled looking at Anya as if she were some young and ignorant child. Anya let out a noise of exasperation before she turned on her heel and was about to walk away. But a hand grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back so that she lost her footing and fell right into Jack. He caught her and held her firmly to his front, so that she had her back to him. His skin was slick and warm and Anya could have sworn she'd stopped breathing at the feel of his hands on the flat plain of her stomach. She felt his hot breath on her shoulder and she also felt her face flush. 'Why do you ask pet? You have somethin in mind?' she heard him whisper in her ear, and she was sure if she could see his face that he would be smirking.
Anya broke away and turned to face him, looking positively livid. Jack must have picked up on this, because he let go and backed away slightly, though he still had a stupid grin on his face. 'Listen to me you half baked womanizing ass, I am not here by choice and am certainly not here for your pleasure.' She turned swiftly and could hear him chuckling. 'God, a month couldn't come soon enough.' She said, so that he could hear her. She stomped off, not really aware of where she was going. As long as it was away from him.
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The next week and a half dragged on, and Anya felt as if time might have actually slowed down since her arrival on the Pearl. She and Jack exchanged snide remarks whenever possible and soon their fighting turned into the crew's favorite spectator's sport. Jack would refer to her as the scrawny prude and Anya would call Jack the morally challenged creep. Anya had even given up the warmth of Jack's bed to go bunk up in the crew's lodging.
It was only another one and a half weeks until Anya's deadline and she was feeling a bit anxious. She was only nineteen and she was going to die. The knowledge that she was going to die made it a lot scarier. She stood at the helm, looking out at the ocean and wondering how her parents and brother had felt in their last moments. Anya felt her eyes start to tear.
'Up a little early, aren't yah pet?' Anya swallowed hard. Great, that was all she needed, Jack, there to jest about her pain. She shrugged and turned to look at him as she felt warm tears slide down her cheeks. Jack's expression changed as soon as she came to face him. 'What's the matter love?' It was the first time he'd called her that since before the 'task' incident. Anya shrugged and bit her lip. 'Not up to talkin are we?' he said swaggering up to her.
Anya looked up and was shocked at what looked back at her. Jack looked sincerely worried. It was bizarre. She decided he was faking and steeled at the thought that he would be so cruel as to pretend that he cared. 'Why? So you can joke about my pain? Perhaps throw a couple insults in my direction, as usual?' He frowned at this
'May not be very good at arithmetic, but there were two mouths, love.' He pointed from himself to Anya. Anya merely turned and glared out into nothing. So perhaps he was right. He was still a bastard. She heard him heave a heavy sigh and she glanced back at him. 'Scared a dyin pet?' she went rigid and Jack knew that he had struck gold. Figuratively that is. Jack took a few steps forward, at the risk of being hit upside the head. 'Talk to me.' He said in a low voice as she leaned next to her. She raised an eyebrow, as if suspicious.
'Why?' she asked simply. He snorted.
'Cause I wanna hear!' he said as if she were being stupid. She shrugged.
'In ten days time I'll be gone. That's all there is to it, Captain.' She said, her fingers lacing together, and her brow furrowing slightly as she looked out at the open waters. Jack stood up and cleared his throat.
'It'll be alright. Even though ya're the most exasperating woman in all the seven seas, I'll take care a yah.' Anya turned and looked him square in the eye, daring him to run away. But he didn't move. It was the first time that her look hadn't scared anyone away. She smiled, which took Jack by surprise.
'Promise?' she asked, almost sweetly. Jack nodded. 'Cross your heart?'
'Hope to die.' He said raising his hand. Anya smiled at this and looked down awkwardly as silence fell between them.
'Does this mean I can't poke fun at you anymore?' she asked. Jack shrugged.
'You could. The rest a tha bloody crew does. Might as well join em, pet.' He said, adding a wink for good effect. Suddenly Anya felt stupid again. His added wink made her feel about three years old. She stood up to her full height, which was still a fair bit shorter than him and crossed her arms over her chest.
'Thanks Jack' She said rubbing her hands up her arms, trying to get them to feel warm. Jack raised an eyebrow.
'You callin me Jack now? What about all that endearment baloo?' he asked, leaning against the rail and looking at her warily as if she were about to unleash hell and this was just easing him in. She smiled though and shrugged.
'I got over it.' She said. But Jack's face had lost its smile and he was frowning out toward sea. Anya followed his gaze, out past the bow and she gasped. Well in sight was a ship, about the size of the Pearl. 'Gordon.' She said backing away from the rail; her chest suddenly feeling like it was full of lead. Jack took out his pocket scope and looked out.
'No. It's too small to be the Giant. It's a colonial ship.' He said as he put the scope back in his pocket and ran toward the stairs. 'CREW ON DECK!' he shouted. 'They're too close. We'll have to fight!' Anya's eyes widened a bit and she leaned over the rail.
'What?! Fight?! Maybe we won't have to!' she said looking over at the ship that was coming into cannon range, making her stomach feel as though it had dropped down and out. Anna Maria scoffed and took the helm.
'Yeah and maybe they'll jus let us off with a warnin!' she said sarcastically as she threw the helm a few notches to the left. 'They're colonials! They'll hang Jack and everyone else on this ship!' Anya looked back out at the ship as it's white sails fluttered in the wind. They wouldn't kill her. She wasn't a pirate. But Jack…..
'What do I do?!' Anya yelled over the crash of the uneven waves. Anna Maria frowned not paying her much attention. Anya ran down the stairs and to Jack who had his pistols at the ready and his sword in his belt. 'Jack, what do I do?!' Jack, too, did not look at her.
'Go into my quarters, barricade the door and hide the brandy. Just don't do anything stupid, savvy?' He said as the rest of the crew ran on deck. Anya looked at him incredulously.
'You can't be serious! I can help!' she yelled as the ship almost came close enough to board. Jack turned to her and looked her straight in the eye.
'You're no help to me woman, now go and save the rum!' he shouted, just as the first wave of colonial soldiers began to board. One swung in, right in front of Anya, his gun pointed straight at her. But Jack had pulled the trigger before the bloke got off one round. 'GO!' he yelled even more loudly as the second wave made ready to follow the first. Anya turned quickly and ran straight to Jack's quarters and shut the door. She looked around quickly for something to barricade the door with and saw a sword lying on Jack's dresser. She managed to pull the dresser in front of the door, and backed away, falling onto his bed.
All she could hear was yelling, and shots and screams. She clutched her knees to her chest as she heard all this, too afraid that when she went out onto the deck, Jack and Gibbs and the crew would be dead. It was insane, two weeks ago, she was the daughter of a former colonial. Now she was praying that the pirates would come up with some cunning plan of escape.
Finally things were starting to die down and Anya crawled off the bed and crept toward the door, pushing the dresser out of the way, taking the sword in her hand, and reaching for the door handle. Slowly she turned it, emitting a loud creak. She opened it just enough to see outside. Then it all started, worse than before, screams and the sound of cold steel meeting cold steel. She saw the crew slaying soldier, soldiers slaying crew. Blood everywhere.
Anya watched horrified, as Jack impaled an officer. And he was smiling. This was her worst fear, everything she'd heard of pirates was being proved right in front of her. Then she heard a shrill scream and her eyes snapped to Anna Maria, who was being held from behind, a sword being raised to her throat, ready to slash …..
'NO!' Anya screamed before she could stop herself. And then, doing the exact opposite of what Jack had warned her not to do, she ran from her safe hold, toward the soldier, the blade raised in an attack position. She heard someone shout something, felt the wind whip her hair back, as she ran straight at the unsuspecting soldier. He barely noticed as the blade cut through his flesh and buried itself deep into his back.
Suddenly Anya's head was filled with a ringing silence. Slowly the soldier let go of Anna Maria, who dropped like lead to the ground, unscathed except for a small cut on her neck. The soldier turned to face Anya, his eyes wide, blood trickling down from the small opening of his mouth. Anya felt herself pale as she realized that this man that she had killed was only a boy. He looked at her questioningly before sinking to his knees and finally falling onto his front.
'LOOK OUT!' Anya turned just as she was hit bluntly by another soldier. She fell hard onto the ground, the sword sliding across the deck, far out of reach. Anya look up at the soldier, who had drawn his pistol and was aiming at her chest. This is it, Anya thought, I'm going to die a traitor.
But the man above her was grabbed by the collar of his uniform and pulled away by Jack. Anya sat frozen as Jack and the soldier fought each other, hitting and kicking, trying to throw down one another. Finally Jack prevailed and threw the soldier over the side. With that it was over. Jack looked back to Anya, who was looking at him, petrified. He stepped forward, gasping for breath, his hand outstretched to her, blood staining his skin.
Before Anya could take it, there was a loud explosion from behind her and the once great colonial ship burst into flame with so much force that it was blown apart. Huge pieces of debris flew everywhere, covering the deck of the Pearl with ash and wood. Suddenly a huge piece of wrought iron caging flew from behind Anya, narrowly missing her and hitting Jack square in the chest, throwing him quite a few feet backwards.
'JACK!' Anya screamed as he fell hard on the deck, coughing loudly. She threw herself down at his side, hunched over him as he spat blood. 'Jack, speak to me!' she demanded as she pushed the iron off of him. Jack merely continued to cough and spew blood. 'Oh sweet jesus, GIBBS!' she screamed as she pushed open his vest and ripped threw his white shirt. There was already a huge bruise forming and Anya feared that he might be suffering from internal bleeding.
'What is it poppit?' Gibbs said, puffing and panting as he ran to her side. 'Cap'n Jack.' He said as he sunk down touched Jack's stomach. Jack threw away Gibbs hand, moaning in pain.
'What can we do?! We have to help him!' Anya said in a hysterical voice. Gibbs frowned looking Jack over.
'How? There'n a doctor on board anymore.' Gibbs nodded his head to the dead body lying only a few feet away from them. Anya sat back on her heels, her breathing becoming uneven and jagged. Then something came to her.
'Gibbs, how far are we from Forrester's Cove?' she asked hurriedly.
'About a league.' Anya turned to see Anna Maria standing next to Cotton and his parrot. Anya stood, her hands clenched into fists.
'How fast can you take us there?' she said stepping forward. Anna Maria looked to the helm, away from Anya. 'Anna Maria!' her eyes snapped back. 'Get us there and we're even! You owe me your life!' Anna Maria squirmed at the comment but she nodded and ran to the stern. Anya ran into Jack's lodgings and then back to Jack who was clutching his stomach.
'What's in Forrester's Cove?' Gibbs enquired as Anya laid the blanket across Jack.
'My cousin. He's a doctor, he can help. And he owes me a favor or two.' Anya said as Jack grinned, though she knew he was in excruciating pain.
'Worried bout me love?' he said, wincing a bit from the pain. 'That could be dangerous.' Anya took his hand and looked at him sternly, or as sternly as she could. She was scared out of her mind.
'You hush up Jack Sparrow. Let me worry about you this once.' She said squeezing his hand reassuringly. As much for her sake as for his.
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Anya woke early the next morning, so early, the sun had yet to rise into the sky. Jack was snoring loudly and Anya had to stifle her giggling as she dressed in the dark. After dressing she left Jack's quarters and walked out onto the deck, where Gibbs was sleeping by the helm. Anya smiled as she leaned against the rail, looking out into the darkness.
After standing there for what seemed like forever, the sun began to rise and she heard movement from below. She couldn't help wondering what task she would have to do today, and dreaded what kind of torture it would be.
The first to make it up topside was the tanned girl who seemed to loathe Anya from afar. Anya averted her eyes as the woman passed her, but felt the heat of the girl's glare even without looking.
'So yer the landlubber Cap'n Sparrow brought along?' she said in an intimidating voice. Anya turned and saw her standing with her feet apart, her hands on her hips and her eyebrow raised. Anya swallowed and stood her ground.
'Yes. Anya.' She said shortly, sticking out her hand. The girl looked at it for a moment then back at Anya.
'I suppose yer evenin with Sparrow was enjoyable?' she asked as she crossed her arms. Anya frowned. 'So now that yer task be done, when're yah leavin?'
'Excuse me?' Anya said frowning deeply. 'What 'task' are you referring to?' Anna Maria rolled her eyes.
'Well why else would Sparrow bring a useless thing like you on board?'
'Anna Maria.' The two girls turned to see Jack standing at the door of his quarters, wearing nothing from the waist up. He wore a pair of deep brown trousers and his boots, and his hat. Other than that it was all sun kissed muscle and skin. 'Don't yah have better things to do?' Anna Maria huffed a little, threw one more hateful look at Anya, before walking toward the helm, where Gibbs had awoken. Anya blushed as she realized what Anna Maria had meant. And Jack coming out looking like he did had probably not helped the situation. And suddenly Anya felt angry at the insinuation that she would be another one of Jack's flings.
She hadn't even noticed that Jack was standing in front of her now, looking at her with uncertainty. 'You alright love?' Suddenly Anya's eyes snapped up to meet his and they were narrowed slightly.
'What did she mean, 'my task'?' Anya asked placing her hands on her hips and glaring at Jack. Jack shrugged, but Anya could tell that he wasn't going to tell the truth.
'Why would I know love?' he said trying to sound innocent. Anya felt like laughing. Jack? Innocent?
'Really?' Anya said, not looking any more satisfied. 'So you're saying you've never brought young women here for personal reasons?'
'Personal reasons?' Jack chuckled looking at Anya as if she were some young and ignorant child. Anya let out a noise of exasperation before she turned on her heel and was about to walk away. But a hand grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back so that she lost her footing and fell right into Jack. He caught her and held her firmly to his front, so that she had her back to him. His skin was slick and warm and Anya could have sworn she'd stopped breathing at the feel of his hands on the flat plain of her stomach. She felt his hot breath on her shoulder and she also felt her face flush. 'Why do you ask pet? You have somethin in mind?' she heard him whisper in her ear, and she was sure if she could see his face that he would be smirking.
Anya broke away and turned to face him, looking positively livid. Jack must have picked up on this, because he let go and backed away slightly, though he still had a stupid grin on his face. 'Listen to me you half baked womanizing ass, I am not here by choice and am certainly not here for your pleasure.' She turned swiftly and could hear him chuckling. 'God, a month couldn't come soon enough.' She said, so that he could hear her. She stomped off, not really aware of where she was going. As long as it was away from him.
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The next week and a half dragged on, and Anya felt as if time might have actually slowed down since her arrival on the Pearl. She and Jack exchanged snide remarks whenever possible and soon their fighting turned into the crew's favorite spectator's sport. Jack would refer to her as the scrawny prude and Anya would call Jack the morally challenged creep. Anya had even given up the warmth of Jack's bed to go bunk up in the crew's lodging.
It was only another one and a half weeks until Anya's deadline and she was feeling a bit anxious. She was only nineteen and she was going to die. The knowledge that she was going to die made it a lot scarier. She stood at the helm, looking out at the ocean and wondering how her parents and brother had felt in their last moments. Anya felt her eyes start to tear.
'Up a little early, aren't yah pet?' Anya swallowed hard. Great, that was all she needed, Jack, there to jest about her pain. She shrugged and turned to look at him as she felt warm tears slide down her cheeks. Jack's expression changed as soon as she came to face him. 'What's the matter love?' It was the first time he'd called her that since before the 'task' incident. Anya shrugged and bit her lip. 'Not up to talkin are we?' he said swaggering up to her.
Anya looked up and was shocked at what looked back at her. Jack looked sincerely worried. It was bizarre. She decided he was faking and steeled at the thought that he would be so cruel as to pretend that he cared. 'Why? So you can joke about my pain? Perhaps throw a couple insults in my direction, as usual?' He frowned at this
'May not be very good at arithmetic, but there were two mouths, love.' He pointed from himself to Anya. Anya merely turned and glared out into nothing. So perhaps he was right. He was still a bastard. She heard him heave a heavy sigh and she glanced back at him. 'Scared a dyin pet?' she went rigid and Jack knew that he had struck gold. Figuratively that is. Jack took a few steps forward, at the risk of being hit upside the head. 'Talk to me.' He said in a low voice as she leaned next to her. She raised an eyebrow, as if suspicious.
'Why?' she asked simply. He snorted.
'Cause I wanna hear!' he said as if she were being stupid. She shrugged.
'In ten days time I'll be gone. That's all there is to it, Captain.' She said, her fingers lacing together, and her brow furrowing slightly as she looked out at the open waters. Jack stood up and cleared his throat.
'It'll be alright. Even though ya're the most exasperating woman in all the seven seas, I'll take care a yah.' Anya turned and looked him square in the eye, daring him to run away. But he didn't move. It was the first time that her look hadn't scared anyone away. She smiled, which took Jack by surprise.
'Promise?' she asked, almost sweetly. Jack nodded. 'Cross your heart?'
'Hope to die.' He said raising his hand. Anya smiled at this and looked down awkwardly as silence fell between them.
'Does this mean I can't poke fun at you anymore?' she asked. Jack shrugged.
'You could. The rest a tha bloody crew does. Might as well join em, pet.' He said, adding a wink for good effect. Suddenly Anya felt stupid again. His added wink made her feel about three years old. She stood up to her full height, which was still a fair bit shorter than him and crossed her arms over her chest.
'Thanks Jack' She said rubbing her hands up her arms, trying to get them to feel warm. Jack raised an eyebrow.
'You callin me Jack now? What about all that endearment baloo?' he asked, leaning against the rail and looking at her warily as if she were about to unleash hell and this was just easing him in. She smiled though and shrugged.
'I got over it.' She said. But Jack's face had lost its smile and he was frowning out toward sea. Anya followed his gaze, out past the bow and she gasped. Well in sight was a ship, about the size of the Pearl. 'Gordon.' She said backing away from the rail; her chest suddenly feeling like it was full of lead. Jack took out his pocket scope and looked out.
'No. It's too small to be the Giant. It's a colonial ship.' He said as he put the scope back in his pocket and ran toward the stairs. 'CREW ON DECK!' he shouted. 'They're too close. We'll have to fight!' Anya's eyes widened a bit and she leaned over the rail.
'What?! Fight?! Maybe we won't have to!' she said looking over at the ship that was coming into cannon range, making her stomach feel as though it had dropped down and out. Anna Maria scoffed and took the helm.
'Yeah and maybe they'll jus let us off with a warnin!' she said sarcastically as she threw the helm a few notches to the left. 'They're colonials! They'll hang Jack and everyone else on this ship!' Anya looked back out at the ship as it's white sails fluttered in the wind. They wouldn't kill her. She wasn't a pirate. But Jack…..
'What do I do?!' Anya yelled over the crash of the uneven waves. Anna Maria frowned not paying her much attention. Anya ran down the stairs and to Jack who had his pistols at the ready and his sword in his belt. 'Jack, what do I do?!' Jack, too, did not look at her.
'Go into my quarters, barricade the door and hide the brandy. Just don't do anything stupid, savvy?' He said as the rest of the crew ran on deck. Anya looked at him incredulously.
'You can't be serious! I can help!' she yelled as the ship almost came close enough to board. Jack turned to her and looked her straight in the eye.
'You're no help to me woman, now go and save the rum!' he shouted, just as the first wave of colonial soldiers began to board. One swung in, right in front of Anya, his gun pointed straight at her. But Jack had pulled the trigger before the bloke got off one round. 'GO!' he yelled even more loudly as the second wave made ready to follow the first. Anya turned quickly and ran straight to Jack's quarters and shut the door. She looked around quickly for something to barricade the door with and saw a sword lying on Jack's dresser. She managed to pull the dresser in front of the door, and backed away, falling onto his bed.
All she could hear was yelling, and shots and screams. She clutched her knees to her chest as she heard all this, too afraid that when she went out onto the deck, Jack and Gibbs and the crew would be dead. It was insane, two weeks ago, she was the daughter of a former colonial. Now she was praying that the pirates would come up with some cunning plan of escape.
Finally things were starting to die down and Anya crawled off the bed and crept toward the door, pushing the dresser out of the way, taking the sword in her hand, and reaching for the door handle. Slowly she turned it, emitting a loud creak. She opened it just enough to see outside. Then it all started, worse than before, screams and the sound of cold steel meeting cold steel. She saw the crew slaying soldier, soldiers slaying crew. Blood everywhere.
Anya watched horrified, as Jack impaled an officer. And he was smiling. This was her worst fear, everything she'd heard of pirates was being proved right in front of her. Then she heard a shrill scream and her eyes snapped to Anna Maria, who was being held from behind, a sword being raised to her throat, ready to slash …..
'NO!' Anya screamed before she could stop herself. And then, doing the exact opposite of what Jack had warned her not to do, she ran from her safe hold, toward the soldier, the blade raised in an attack position. She heard someone shout something, felt the wind whip her hair back, as she ran straight at the unsuspecting soldier. He barely noticed as the blade cut through his flesh and buried itself deep into his back.
Suddenly Anya's head was filled with a ringing silence. Slowly the soldier let go of Anna Maria, who dropped like lead to the ground, unscathed except for a small cut on her neck. The soldier turned to face Anya, his eyes wide, blood trickling down from the small opening of his mouth. Anya felt herself pale as she realized that this man that she had killed was only a boy. He looked at her questioningly before sinking to his knees and finally falling onto his front.
'LOOK OUT!' Anya turned just as she was hit bluntly by another soldier. She fell hard onto the ground, the sword sliding across the deck, far out of reach. Anya look up at the soldier, who had drawn his pistol and was aiming at her chest. This is it, Anya thought, I'm going to die a traitor.
But the man above her was grabbed by the collar of his uniform and pulled away by Jack. Anya sat frozen as Jack and the soldier fought each other, hitting and kicking, trying to throw down one another. Finally Jack prevailed and threw the soldier over the side. With that it was over. Jack looked back to Anya, who was looking at him, petrified. He stepped forward, gasping for breath, his hand outstretched to her, blood staining his skin.
Before Anya could take it, there was a loud explosion from behind her and the once great colonial ship burst into flame with so much force that it was blown apart. Huge pieces of debris flew everywhere, covering the deck of the Pearl with ash and wood. Suddenly a huge piece of wrought iron caging flew from behind Anya, narrowly missing her and hitting Jack square in the chest, throwing him quite a few feet backwards.
'JACK!' Anya screamed as he fell hard on the deck, coughing loudly. She threw herself down at his side, hunched over him as he spat blood. 'Jack, speak to me!' she demanded as she pushed the iron off of him. Jack merely continued to cough and spew blood. 'Oh sweet jesus, GIBBS!' she screamed as she pushed open his vest and ripped threw his white shirt. There was already a huge bruise forming and Anya feared that he might be suffering from internal bleeding.
'What is it poppit?' Gibbs said, puffing and panting as he ran to her side. 'Cap'n Jack.' He said as he sunk down touched Jack's stomach. Jack threw away Gibbs hand, moaning in pain.
'What can we do?! We have to help him!' Anya said in a hysterical voice. Gibbs frowned looking Jack over.
'How? There'n a doctor on board anymore.' Gibbs nodded his head to the dead body lying only a few feet away from them. Anya sat back on her heels, her breathing becoming uneven and jagged. Then something came to her.
'Gibbs, how far are we from Forrester's Cove?' she asked hurriedly.
'About a league.' Anya turned to see Anna Maria standing next to Cotton and his parrot. Anya stood, her hands clenched into fists.
'How fast can you take us there?' she said stepping forward. Anna Maria looked to the helm, away from Anya. 'Anna Maria!' her eyes snapped back. 'Get us there and we're even! You owe me your life!' Anna Maria squirmed at the comment but she nodded and ran to the stern. Anya ran into Jack's lodgings and then back to Jack who was clutching his stomach.
'What's in Forrester's Cove?' Gibbs enquired as Anya laid the blanket across Jack.
'My cousin. He's a doctor, he can help. And he owes me a favor or two.' Anya said as Jack grinned, though she knew he was in excruciating pain.
'Worried bout me love?' he said, wincing a bit from the pain. 'That could be dangerous.' Anya took his hand and looked at him sternly, or as sternly as she could. She was scared out of her mind.
'You hush up Jack Sparrow. Let me worry about you this once.' She said squeezing his hand reassuringly. As much for her sake as for his.